photography by Susa Silvermarie

Midnight on the Ferry

I ride her glassy back but it’s the Aegean’s pulse beneath that sends rough summons up, some singing dispatch from...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Finishing

I think of my mother in Florida finishing herself, putting final touches on the work of art that is her...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

It Was the World

  I stopped on a whim at the church. (Or did my Grandma wish me there) When women filled the...

Gone

Gone

He opened his face to me, holding out his elder hand and asking, his voice a murmur in another language....